Archive story again this week! Like most creative-types, I work in several mediums and this weekend was spent trying to catch up on my knitting projects. While I DID write, all writing time was spent on the big project that I'm not willing to share just yet.
One thing I remembered from quickly glancing over the story was that I never finished writing about Khalid. He plays a MAJOR role in another short I never got the hang of and was scheduled to get his own novel. *scribbles something down* Maybe that will happen this year?
Side note: Yes, the title IS from a Lordi song. When I was writing this I had just started listening to the band and couldn't resist using the title.
Yawning, Carlos walked into the darkened living room, feeling his heart skip a beat when he saw the figure outlined in the window. It took him a moment to recognize the figure as Jack.
“What are you doing?” Carlos walked up behind Jack and wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist.
Jack’s body was rigid and he did not turn to address Carlos. He stared out of the darkened window to the house next door. Carlos rested his chin on Jack’s shoulder and watched silently for a few minutes.
“You’re still obsessing about that girl, aren’t you?” Carlos sighed into Jack’s ear. “I still think you’re wrong.”
Jack’s shoulders tightened even more. Carlos knew without words that he had started something he wished he hadn’t. No one told Jack he was wrong. When Jack had his mind set on something, he didn’t back down until he had proven to himself and the rest of the world that he was right.
Carlos sighed again and let go of Jack. He walked to the couch and stretched out. He didn’t bother turning on the living room light. He could see quite well in the darkened room and knew Jack had the lights off so he could keep vigil. Carlos laid his head back on the couch and looked at the ceiling. He began counting in his head.
“I’m not wrong about her.” Jack said when Carlos had counted precisely to ten. “She’s a vampire.”
Carlos looked at Jack’s back. He closed his eyes, smiled and shook his head. He knew Jack too well.
“Don’t shake your head at me.” Jack warned. “I am right.”
The baseless threat made Carlos smirk into the dark. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who had been paying attention in all the years they had been together.
Carlos waited in silence again. There was no point in arguing with Jack and he knew it. He also knew the program for tonight. Jack would watch the neighbor girl, Kathy, until she left for the night with her boyfriend. Only then would Jack settle down into something resembling normal.
Jack stared out of the window and Carlos stared at Jack. Carlos’ heart beat a little quicker as he looked at Jack haloed by the streetlights. Jack was everything Carlos was not. Jack was Hitler’s wet dream. Pale with uncommonly light blue eyes. His blond hair always looked perfect, even if it was tousled. Jack was outspoken, followed his passions and never backed down from a challenge.
Carlos was dark, tanned from years of heredity. His black hair was coarser than he would have liked and it never seemed to do what he wanted it to. He knew his eyes were of such a dark brown that they nearly melted into the pupils. Carlos was quiet and preferred to think his way through things. He picked his battles and always tried to avoid a fight whenever possible.
The minutes dragged on before Carlos finally heard the loud muffler signaling Kathy’s boyfriend was charging up the road.
Carlos could hear the thumping music and the slamming of car doors before the noise receded.
“You’d think the cops would ticket him for noise pollution.” Carlos said to Jack’s back. “It’s far too late to be making that much noise in a residential neighborhood.”
Jack turned, his gleaming smile could be seen by the light coming through the window. Carlos wanted to smile back but checked the automatic reaction. He didn’t want Jack to take it as a sign of compliance.
“You talk like an old person.” Jack walked over to the couch and lay down so his head was in Carlos’ lap. He was still smirking at Carlos.
“Don’t push it.” Carlos ruffled Jack’s blonde hair. “Talking like an old person is normal compared to thinking your neighbor is a vampire.”
Jack pressed his lips together and gave Carlos a petulant look. Carlos had to laugh.
“She is.” Jack’s voice was just as petulant as his look. “I’ve been watching her.”
Carlos rolled his eyes but said nothing.
“Seriously.” Jack sat up to be face to face with Carlos. “She only comes out at night and lives in a two story house all alone. She’s too young to own a—“
“If you recall when we moved here two years ago, her parents owned that house.” Carlos cut Jack off mid-sentence. “Remember when we went to that dinner party they had to welcome us? Kathy was away at college, I think.”
“But they disappeared one day, totally mysterious.” Jack argued. “The next night we see Kathy for the first time ever.”
“It wasn’t mysterious.” He said. “They said they were going to move to Italy. They were planning for it for years.”
“Why didn’t they tell us when they were going? They just left one day.” Jack asked.
“We’re neighbors, not friends.” Carlos said. “We were invited to a few dinners, but you can’t say we were ever friends with them. Why should they tell us?”
“You tell your neighbors before you run off to a foreign country.” Jack said before getting up to walk back to the window. “And we don’t have proof that’s really their daughter Kathy.”
Carlos stood to follow and wrapped his arms around Jack, his hands curled around his lover’s shoulders and he rested his cheek on Jack’s shoulder blade. This time Jack softened and put his hands over Carlos’.
“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” He asked quietly.
Carlos tried to pull away, but Jack held his hands tight. Carlos knew he’d have to answer. Jack waited in the dark silence as Carlos considered the question.
“I think you’re looking for excuses.” Carlos chose his words carefully. “It’s been two years and no one has come looking for us. We’ve made a life, a peaceful one and you’re still looking for demons in every shadow.”
“Just one demon.” Jack’s voice was gravely.
“Khalid doesn’t know where we are.” Carlos said. He felt Jack tense at the name. “You need to stop worrying about him. With this girl you’re trading one obsession for another.”
Jack let go of Carlos’ hands and pushed him away. Jack turned to face his lover.
“She only comes out at night.” Jack repeated. “She leaves right after sunset and is always home before sunrise. She doesn’t go out in the daytime. If she were normal, she’d have a day job or friends visiting. If anyone comes, it’s always at night.”
Their argument was interrupted by a loud muffler coming up the road. Jack spun around to look back out the window.
“They’re back already?” Jack asked himself.
Carlos stepped further away from Jack. He walked out of the living room without saying another word. He was sure Jack didn’t even hear him pull the car out of the garage and leave.
It was nearly dawn when Carlos came back home. The sky was already turning pale pastel colors when he stepped out of the car and into the house.
Carlos put the car keys on the hook on the inside of the door and headed towards the shower. He was tired from the long night and his worry about Jack wasn’t helping. Carlos turned on the shower and let the hot water beat against his back.
He smelled Jack before he heard him. Rather, he smelled something on Jack.
Carlos opened his eyes to see his lover standing in the shower before him. Blood ran down Jack’s body and swirled into the drain. Carlos looked at Jack but said nothing.
“You left me.” Jack teased in a mock accusing tone.
“I was hungry and you were obsessing.” Carlos shrugged. “What would you have me do?”
Jack grabbed the back of Carlos’ head and pulled him in for a kiss. Carlos could taste the metallic tang of blood on Jack’s lips.
Carlos pulled back and studied Jack’s flushed cheeks and bright eyes.
“I take it she wasn’t a vampire.” Carlos said.
Jack smirked, his half smile revealing a very white, very sharp left canine.
“No, she wasn’t.” Jack agreed. “Turns out she was a nurse. Worked the night shift at the hospital.”
Carlos nodded and smiled back, revealing his own sharp eyeteeth.
“Told you so.” He stepped closer to Jack and wiped a drop of blood off his immortal lover’s face. “After 3,000 years together, you’d think you might listen to me once in awhile.”
My lofty dreams of being a famous & brilliant writer were literally smacked out of my head. Now I plan to fill the void with copious amounts of subpar writing!